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**Passing stone walls after work as I walk slowly past them I get to my destination but my destiny keeps leaving me hurt and lost to find virtue again I put time in days and my days in time suspension where void lives in caves caved in the soul of my feet so I turn the corner leading to home I fallow the staircase up to my dislocated space where the air lives like a stanger and my laundry is my floor matt ... the walls cave in No matter where I go I still end up in that bed where I made to lay in it sulk till my sheets blanket stars and the moon's glow is no more I heard them stories of lonlyness I seen chin's touching chest and eyes never seeing skies where ever home may be their beds solid as concrete Butterflies are out my window full of color and dance but I won't let them in I had many in my stomach to replace what could have been I lay still like... stupid livid in this small junction between me and the night pulling and pushing the venom making me sick in my demise wrapped in a calamity blanketed in cimmerian shade, I am swimming in moonshine choking on narcotics I can't stay in this bed anymore every piece of me dies.** ©MaddHatterQueen
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
IN THIS BED I MADE:
**Passing stone walls after work as I walk slowly past them I get to my destination but my destiny keeps leaving me hurt and lost to find virtue again I put time in days and my days in time suspension where void lives in caves caved in the soul of my feet so I turn the corner leading to home I fallow the staircase up to my dislocated space where the air lives like a stanger and my laundry is my floor matt ... the walls cave in No matter where I go I still end up in that bed where I made to lay in it sulk till my sheets blanket stars and the moon's glow is no more I heard them stories of lonlyness I seen chin's touching chest and eyes never seeing skies where ever home may be their beds solid as concrete Butterflies are out my window full of color and dance but I won't let them in I had many in my stomach to replace what could have been I lay still like... stupid livid in this small junction between me and the night pulling and pushing the venom making me sick in my demise wrapped in a calamity blanketed in cimmerian shade, I am swimming in moonshine choking on narcotics I can't stay in this bed anymore every piece of me dies.** ©MaddHatterQueen
When in sumber, be sure your body and mind are light.
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RIL53
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RIL53
36/F/Honolulu
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
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